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Friday, February 17, 2017

Rumors of God

Then suddenly you’re left all alone
With your body that can’t love you
And your will that can’t save you

But now, like a whispering in dark streets
Rumors of God run through your dark blood
                                                          Rilke
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We age
We despair

Evil rules
And hate lives

We wander aimlessly in dark places
Clammy and wretched

And yet
Rumors of love and grace persist
Whispering
In our hearts

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